| Under psychosis again wonderin' if you’ll come down
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| Askin' if you ever get to win, wear some kind of crown
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| Is there a new way that they don’t explain to find on your own
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| It’s more of a suffering you wait for the pain, just stand alone
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| Red — dead — hard — not to break
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| It’s better to die on your feet than on your knees
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| Are you kidding yourself again to think she’s comin' home
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| Found the time to lose your answer now she’s not alone
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| Don’t stay of course your senses will never be the same
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| Even in her room the difference you’re gone, so fuckin' lame
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| Beg — stay — hard — not to break
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| It’s better to die on your feet than on your knees
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| And all of this time, just weak therapy
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| Won’t you pick up the slack, have an attack it’s your pace
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| Torture over for you now that yo’ve blue in the face
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| Freak out over the test — satiable mess in the pause
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| Between all of the lines, pay all the fines read the clause
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| Now you hang in darkened quarters, still you’ve been here before
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| Feeling way too familiar, not again, now that you’re bored |